Tang Ying's beautiful eyes had a hint of moisture. She was unwilling, yet she couldn't refrain from doing so. Passion she could tolerate, but a fickle heart was something she could not accept. Once she made a decision, she wouldn't easily change it. She couldn't let him indulge in his wayward behavior. If she couldn't control him, then all she could do was distance herself from him, and leave his life forever.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me," Tang Ying thought with a painful sense of guilt. The Royal Family's dignity could not be desecrated. It was your own fault for doing wrong, Tang Ying thought, closing her beautiful eyes in pain as the tear drops silently slid down her beautiful cheeks...
